Chapter 46 Crossing the River After that, he quickly turned to Boyan and said very humbly: "Don't be surprised, General Boyan.
Originally, Chief Zhang wanted to host a banquet for you, but Zhu heard that you had just returned from the capital city with great honors.
So I just wanted to ask you about the situation in Dadu City, but I didn’t expect that they didn’t even tell you that I would be there.”
"Don't blame me, General Boyan."
Following closely, standing by the window near the round table, there was also a gentleman-looking official in his fifties who smiled and handed him over, "It's Zhang's fault for not following to invite your brother."
Let me explain clearly.
I am Zhang Song.
I have specially hosted a banquet here today to welcome the general, who is our lord."
"How can Boyan be so virtuous, dare, dare to work for the general manager to treat Boyan so, so, so favorably, Boyan even, even if he is a celebrity?"
Boyan had vaguely felt that he had recognized the wrong person before, and when he heard this, he unconsciously My forehead is sweating, my eyes are red, I have my hands crossed and my waist hunched over, not knowing what to do.
Who is Zhu Chongjiu?
Although he lives in Dadu, when the civil and military officials mention this person, they always treat him like a butcher Zhu, with contempt on their faces.
He was afraid that what he said was not harsh enough and he would be suspected of having colluded with Huaiyang.
But in private, whoever mentions the General Manager of Huaiyang and doesn't secretly pick his thumb is the hero who chopped off an entire province and a half with a butcher's knife.
He was an outstanding figure who made countless princes bow their heads and the prime minister had no choice but to return.
You can scold him for being bold, or you can scold him for bullying his teachers and destroying his ancestors.
But no matter what, you can't deny the huge foundation he created.
It cannot be denied that he led the civil and military forces of Huaiyang on a path that no one before him had thought of.
It is even more undeniable that in just a few years, he made Huaiyang rich from the government to the private sector.
"General Boyan, there is no need to be polite.
This is a private banquet.
Just relax."
Zhu Chongjiu was now used to all kinds of sudden embarrassments.
He smiled and returned the traditional bow.
"Originally, Zhu was supposed to wait to talk to you after you met with Mr.
Zhang.
But as the weather began to get warmer, the Yellow River was about to thaw.
So Zhu simply came over to the place where he was disturbed and invited Mr.
General Yan, please don’t blame me."
"I don't dare, I don't dare to kill him, I really have to kill him."
Upon hearing this, Boyan's tense heart relaxed a little, but the warmth in his eyes and nose still lingered.
Whether you are enjoying someone else's banquet, or you need to take the opportunity to inquire about something serious.
Boyan's first drink in Huaiyang was held by Zhu Chongjiu himself.
What is the etiquette of a state scholar?
If it were not the etiquette of a state scholar, how grand could the etiquette of a state scholar be?
In ancient times, Lord Xinling treated Hou Ying and Zhu Hai with nothing more than this.
But Boyan was a mere subordinate who had never made any merits.
All I want to do is disarm and return home.
Just when he was so excited that he could hardly control himself, Zhu Chongjiu's honest voice came to his ears again, "Sit down, everyone.
If you don't know me, just get to know each other slowly over the wine table.
General Boyan, you Please sit down quickly.
You are a guest.
If you don’t sit down, they will have to stand with you."
"This, this, it's better to obey Boyan's orders than to be respectful."
Boyan cupped his hands and quickly sat down.
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When no one was staring at him, he quietly sniffed the tears that had flowed to the corners of his eyes back into his nose.
Only those who have experienced the ups and downs of life know the value of this mutual love.
If it were more than three years ago, Boyan was still Tuotuo's adopted son, and his adoptive father Tuotuo had not yet retired, how could he care about this and be polite and want to invite him to a banquet to build up a relationship with Tuotuo?
Yes, he has probably never seen a scene as big as the line from Zijingguan to the Imperial City.
He has never eaten such a sumptuous banquet.
How can he be easily moved by a few words of respect from others?
But after Tuo Tuo resigned, the court implicated innocent people, his former superiors and colleagues scrambled to suppress him, and his former best friends cut ties with each other, he realized that the respect in the past was not for him, but for Tuo Tuo.
Without the power of his adoptive father Tuotuo, he was nothing in the eyes of others.
But today, that long-lost respect returned to him.
The long-lost enthusiasm also surrounded him again.
Not by the power and influence of others, but by himself, by his own contributions to Huaiyang: by his own responsibility to die rather than betray his companions after being exposed.
Among those present, Zhang Song, Chen Ji and Liu Ji were all the best among human beings.
One look at Boyan's red eyes and knew that this person must be in a state of agitation and distraction.
So without being too polite, they all found the seat closest to them and sat down.
Then pull the bell on the corner of the table to remind the waiter and the store to serve wine and food.
Linfeng Tower is one of the best in Huaiyang, so it certainly has some extraordinary skills.
In a moment, a dozen girls in their twenties and eighties filed in.
Everyone is holding an exquisite vermilion lacquer tray.
On the tray, there are dishes just cooked by the chef and hot wine that has just been put out of the steamer.
White steam is rising, and the rich aroma is instantly conveyed to everyone present.
Everyone’s nostrils.
"A woman can actually be a waiter.
Is Linfeng Building a fireworks venue?
Mr.
Zhu, Mr.
Zhu won't be such a fool."
At this moment, Boyan couldn't care less about appreciating the aroma of the food and wine.
Looking at the backs of the girls filing out, his brows instantly knitted together.
"General Boyan is in the north.
I'm afraid he has never seen a woman working as a waiter."
As the head of the Military Intelligence Office, Zhang Song couldn't bear to see his subordinates show too much cowardice.
He cleared his throat and explained with a smile: "There are many things here, and there are always not enough men.
So if women are willing, they can also come out and find things to do.
Not only in restaurants, but also in all walks of life, as long as they don't require a lot of physical strength , are allowed to hire women.
The canal is currently frozen, which is not conducive to sailing.
Otherwise, if you stay in Xuzhou City for a few days, you will even see a female admiral commanding a fleet."
"Yes, is it General Wu?
Boyan has heard of her name for a long time."
Boyan came back to his senses in an instant, and held his hands with a smile.
"Actually, keeping women at home is not a good thing.
Children follow their mothers, and one is ignorant and spineless.
He thinks about competing with concubines for women all day long.
How can he teach a broad-minded child?"
Zhu Chongjiu, who was leaning against the wall on the east side, took over the conversation with a smile.
"In this regard, their Mongolian ancestors were better than some of our Han ancestors.
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They put all their abilities and thoughts outside, instead of making a fuss about women's feet and skirts."
"Hehehe" everyone heard and immediately shook their heads and laughed.
There was still a hint of embarrassment in the corners of his mouth.
Although Zhu Chongjiu spoke the truth, he unintentionally brought in Zhu Xi, the half-grandfather of scholars.
During the Southern Song Dynasty, despite repeated defeats in foreign wars, the moral requirements for women became increasingly harsh and perverted.
Therefore, it is fair to say that the ancestors of the Han people at that time were far inferior to the ancestor of the Mongolians, Cheng Temujin, in some aspects, and there is no bias at all.
The same words sounded completely different to Boyan's ears.
Although he has defected to Huaiyang, as a genuine Mongolian, he is still proud of his ancestors.
Although the Great Yuan Dynasty is coming to an end, and everyone from the emperor to local officials is more stupid and confused than the other, it is because of the failure of their descendants and has nothing to do with their ancestors.
And Zhu Chongjiu praised the ancestors of the Mongols in front of so many senior Huaiyang officials.
In the future, when he conquers the world, he will not treat the Mongols too badly, let alone kill them all.
Otherwise, from now on, he will just call all the Mongols in the world as barbarians who drink hair and drink blood.
Why bother to remind others of the glory of their ancestors?
"Don't say this."
While his mind was agitated, Zhu Chongjiu's unique rich voice came to his ears again.
"Our ancestors had a long and difficult journey, and it was not easy to establish a foundation.
Whether we can live up to expectations or not depends on us descendants.
Whether it is Mongolians or Hans, in fact, there is still much difference between them now, just like each family has raised a lot of people.
We have raised seven or eight children, some of them are bastards, some of them are ambitious, and what we are going to do in the future.
Love means letting the bastards go to jail where they deserve to go, and go home where they deserve, without ever having a chance to act tyrannically, so that heroes of all races can have a chance to show off their talents, and they can all sit together, drink a glass of wine, and pat each other on the back.
Call us brothers instead of always thinking about each other’s property and holding the hilt of the knife in your hand, never daring to let go.”
"This is exactly the reason."
Aslan and Yu Tingyu nodded vigorously.
Although they joined the Grand Steward's Office earlier, deep down in their hearts, they still occasionally think of their own bloodline, and then secretly feel sad.
Fortunately, the good news is that my lord is really as he always claimed, and he doesn't see much difference between ethnic groups at all.
To say that we treat each other as equals means to treat each other equally, and treat all civil and military personnel equally.
"This, this" Boyan lowered his head and his lips kept trembling.
He didn't know what he should say, and he didn't know if the other person's words were deliberately aimed at him.
But "Let heroes of all races have the opportunity to show off their talents.
They can sit together and have a glass of wine, pat each other on the shoulders and call each other brothers.
Instead of always thinking about each other's family property and always holding the hilt of the knife in their hands, Never dare to let go."
These words touched his heart deeply, making him unable to calm down at all, let alone take the initiative to disband and return to work as he had prepared before, and completely stay out of the matter.
"Don't talk about this."
Zhu Chongjiu is a straightforward man.
After saying these two words, he immediately raised his wine cup and loudly invited him, "Come on, let's use this cup to give General Boyan a drink to wash away his travel dust."
"Drink to win" "Welcome General Boyan to return with honor" "If you drink to win, I am willing to drink with General Boyan" All the Huaiyang heroes followed him one after another, looking at Boyan with friendly eyes.
"Grand Steward, Grand Steward, ladies and gentlemen, sirs" seemed to have been going on for a whole century, and it seemed like it was just a fleeting moment.
Boyan finally made up his mind, stood up tremblingly, raised the wine cup with trembling hands, as if he was holding a huge tripod.
"Thank you very much, Boyan, for not being able to speak.
Boyan, Boyan, from today on, I am willing.
I am willing to be driven by the general manager.
If you don't do your best, I am willing, and I hope the sky will thunder."
The tears that the two groups had held back for a long time finally burst out of their eyes.
Drop by drop fell into the wine cup, causing a series of ripples: